(Un)Wanted

Unexpected

That day of school was as dreadful as expected but it helped having Michael on my mind and by my side. I know that I'm being overly obsessive, but how am I not supposed to be intrigued when someone acts that way? It turns out that- with my luck- we have every class together. Luckily, we don't sit too close but having him in my class is still extremely difficult. I literally cannot focus. Before the tardy bell for class would ring, he would come up to my desk and talk to me. We didn't even really talk about anything; just things like how my last class went. Simple things, yet they are so compelling. And if we had any free time at the end of class, it's obvious what he would do; come to my desk and talk to me again. I'm absurdly giddy and nervous around him and I despise not being able to control the way my heart throbs when he says my name. I haven't even known him for a full 24 hours. He'd walk me to my next class and check out all the groups of people. Although it's rather stereotypical, our groups consist of preps, jocks, cheerleaders, nerds, etc. I wondered if Michael would end up being a prep. I hoped to God that it wouldn't happen, because he just wouldn't be the same if that were to happen.

We both had second lunch. Of course, he sat at my table, right next to me, watching my every move. He asked a bunch of questions like if I grew up here, where I came from, my parents, my family, my childhood. I didn't know why he wanted to know so much about me. I tried to ask questions about him, since we were talking about myself a rather excessive amount, but he simply brushed off my questions and did not answer them. Did he not enjoy his life? Or did he not know about it? I didn't know what it was but I really wanted to know more about him.

After lunch, he followed me to my locker and then to my next class. I literally had no time to myself in the school day. I didn't mind it though. After eighth period, I went outside and stood on the porch and waited for Caroline. I didn't plan on telling her about the kiss or having every class with Michael. She has a loud mouth when she gets excited about something and knowing her, she'd get so excited that she would yell it out loud enough for the entire school to hear. I thought about telling her when we hung out at my house but with the way things were looking, it would be Michael over there, not Caroline. Michael may be the downfall of my second semester.

I was leaning against a brick column when Caroline walked out the door and came up to me. I already knew what she was going to say before she started talking. First, she'd ask me if I had seen the new kid. "Isn't he so cute?" she'd ask. Then, she would ask if I talked to him yet. I guess I knew her pretty well because that's exactly what happened.

"Arie, have you seen the new kid?"

"Yes, I've seen him," I laughed a bit at my prediction.

"Isn't he so cute?" She smiled.

"Yeah, I guess so," Oh, he was way more than cute, though.

"Have you talked to him yet?"

"Nope." And that was the end of that conversation, as her boyfriend of 3 years, the guy she's been obsessed with since sophomore year, walked outside. She wrapped her arm around his slightly extended one, like he already knew she was going to do that. They walked off to his truck. I figured I should head home before my parents begin asking questions. I began my first step when I felt an already familiar hand wrap around mine. A small smile grew across my face as I turned around.

"Hey, hot stuff,"

"Hi" a giggle escaped my lips.

"Where are you going?"

"My car?" I replied with a sarcastic tone.

"No, come to mine. Let's go somewhere,"

"I should go home or my parents will-"